Walking toward the coffee shop, a store door opened and a wave of hot air was released and washed over me. I stopped and basked in the warmth before i... was once again replaced by the bitter cold. Even outside the smell of coffee was so strong that I could almost taste it. Looking in the window of the coffee shop, it was obvious where most people were taking refuge. All the tables were occupied and everyone had a steaming hot mug in front of them. People were chatting and laughing and quite. ” We waited for his retreating footsteps. “Can you tell Doreen?” “Okay,” said Damien, and he started to walk away. Once we heard the hall door creak close, Ted laughed. “That was close,” he whispered, into my ear, his hips starting up their rhythm. My sex was still reeling from the last orgasm and with a little pressure on my clit from Ted’s thumb I was coming again. I cried out his name, then realised where we were and silenced myself with his kiss. Suddenly, his thrusts became more rapid,. " he'd said. Was that consent enough? She decided to call Marcus and let him know what had happened before she got home.One glance though at her mobile's screen and she slumped down into her seat. 'Emergency calls only' it said. Employing the universal action of trying to find a signal, slowly moving the phone out in front of her, and despite the fact she was travelling at about 90 km/h, she waited until a few bars appeared. As the two green lines appeared she quickly pressed the green phone. As Aya’s hand slip between his thighs, stroking softly with her fingertips, she notes the twitch beneath his shorts. Her supple touches draw more lively shifts from behind and the bulge grows steadily. She tilts her head and eyes Nathan, looking back with a telling grin splitting his lips. With a sing-song sigh, she reaches for the waistband of his shorts and pulls them down and off his feet. Nathan’s swelling length hangs free as he settles himself on the edge of the tub. Aya washes her hands.